Best Evilest Poems
I have two sisters whom I love and adore
We are poets who can write of blood and gore.
Evil, Wicked, and Demented are our nicknames
Being fun and shocking is a few of our games.
Evil, for that, is I
Has had enough people lie
And tell me of their fearful woes
To only find they were only foes.
Evil has an "evil" mind
That can deliciously find
What may not be normal to some
To me can be quite exquisite fun.
Wicked is learning to find
Her very own peace of mind.
That man with a black soul
Her heart he had done stole.
Wicked's mind is so "wickedly" twisted
That her vengeance can't be listed.
But make no idiotic mistake
She can strike you just like a snake.
Demented is the one who knows
How to reel in all the beaus.
She can smile so delightfully sweet
And men seem to just fall at her feet.
Her mind is the most bizarre
She can be the evilest by far.
On her face, you will see a beautiful smile
While inside "demented" schemes most vile.
We are each who we are
All a particular shining star
Separately a Libra, Capricorn, and Leo
Collectively, we are The Haunted Trio.
Categories:
evilest, devotion, family, me,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
THE DEVIL'S WIND-CHIMES
Beneath the dark abyss, in the realm beyond
Hell's blackened gates, a haunting music is played,
It is a sounding's evil of supernatural rhythm, with an
Eerie quality of the ethereal, unleashed unto the underworld,
A tormentor's punishment, to plague the souls of the damned.
But the dark lord, it so calms his malevolence vengeance,
Soothing the savage anger, of the beast within.
Let the devil's wind chimes play on eternally,
If it so pleases the grand dark master, of this unique
Orchestra.
Twinkling gems, dried pieces of organ flesh, covered
In ember light, dried in the everlasting fire's within,
Hardened and smoothed, to expose the elongated faces,
Of the deceased, entombed within.
Thin chains connecting forged links, by sinful acts of the living.
Suspended and hung, are fittings fastened ever tightly,
From the devil's throne room ceiling.
These single slender slices of the undead, remain
As Satan's personal trophies, glittering in the bowels
Of Hell's fire, and sparkle in the twilight hour of midnight.
Clinking, clanking, between the forsaken screaming, and weeping,
As the witches icy winds blow, against the tormented souls trapped
Within the devil's wind-chimes.
No mercy's redemption can save them, or salvation's name given
In vain, for they so belong to the lord of darkness for all eternity.
Oh do the howling children of the night accompany these
Voices, that echo from down below, so sweetly do these
Hell hounds, add another lovely texture, to this melodic
Blood chilling song.
Behold the black hooded maestro, whom waves his baton of power,
Leading this misbegotten orchestra, it is the Grim Reaper himself,
Thus to please and appease, his highness and master.
From down below, what price is to be paid in mortal soul?
Remember this my friend if someone offers you a token's
Promise, that you feel you can't refuse, the sound you've heard
Tonight, for it may be the devil in disguise, wishing to add one
More chime to this his evilest of collections.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
evilest, dark, evil, fear, gothic,
Form:
Free verse
No one can imagine the horrors you've seen
The terrible events that must appear in your dreams
You can rarely share the evil you've seen
It must encroach your soul, your entire being
Defending a tourtured evil soul
Takes courage, knowledge, devotion, a goal
Trying to fight for a murderer's life
Because your love of the law, gives you your might
It's strengthened you, toughened you, wore down your heart
Putting others before you, you'll go down with a fight
Never judging the crime, the person, the soul
Fair treatment to all is your only goal.
Following statutes,motions and cases before
Devoting your all, deserving much more
It takes courage, thick skin, and love of mankind
To sit across many of the evilest minds
Doing the best job defending their crimes
Takes a person that understands what's inside their mind
Putting yourself in a mind such as theirs
Must have its consequences over the years
Yet you plug on defending these people for years
No one allowed to see your real tears
Your compassion for victims, children's lost lives
Must be buried inside, fighting for the other's lives
Your rarely given praise by society it seems
Even though what you do must affect all your dreams
I'm proud to say that my brother will fight
Even for those that don't respect life.
It takes a special person that chooses this life that you live
For the freedom of unjustly accused all your time you will give
Even if you save a few that weren't bad
The emotional toll on your life makes me quite sad.
For in the end whether or not you have won
Your caseload continues it does not sound fun.
It takes character,finesse intelligence too
To continue defending is what you must do.
Categories:
evilest, brother, character, courage, jobs,
Form:
Rhyme
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date written: 11.23.2015
Categories:
evilest, allegory, angel, dream, imagination,
Form:
Epic
As I stood before the porcelaneous basin,
And streamed into its already uric and xanthous-stained depths,
A stain, a sight and a liquid yet yellower and more urinary;
And as cloudiness, not of mind, but of that which is uric attended the
Deposition, a thought occurred unto me, and it poetically and psalmically
Collected and gathered and arranged itself, so that it was as follows:
Does she of a morning stand before some wicked ablutionary sink,
That vile whorish slattern who devoutly believes that only dulcet voices
Emanate from the mouths of the damned in the pits of the lowest Hell?
What fell and foul rites does she with hands cleansed with foulest,
Blackest, evilest water; which of these wickednesses does she perform
And practice, she who washes her hands in the black-flowing waters of
The Stygian pit?
Who is this damned damsel, dame, and maiden fell and foul and not a bit
Fair, who as a fool believes that there are melodious voices echoing in a
Mellifluous and delightful chorus in the lowest pits of Hell?
Though I doubt not that therein there be many an ungodly maiden:
Indeed, the blackest, foulest, ungodliest of fell and evildoing maidens:
Plaguing and blighting the very pits of Hell, who is to say that their
Feminity alone endows unto them a felicity and a melodiousness of tone?
That is doubtless the (unsound) thought that crept into the very
Black heart of she who wrote those foul, foolish words;
But to me, not even the godliest or the goodliest of men,
But inditing ever of good with heart, and tongue and mind and pen,
For such is the great purpose of art such as this, no?
Withal, to me, she spoke of foolery, and of folly.
Lest she be speaking facetiously, in her daft assessment
Of foulest Sheol, she surely was wrong.
Wronger than wrong, if such a thing ever be.
And in my mind, as I urinated, I thought these poetic, psalmic thoughts.
And, though there be hundreds of characters and spaces remaining,
Touching this and that and all things else
And any number and all manner of good
Or e'en fell and foul
Matters, I haven't a word else to say.
The poem is expended, completed, done today
And so am I, with it at least, I must say.
Categories:
evilest, allegory, anger, angst, art,
Form:
I could give you my heart but I’m not sure I own one anymore,
For the sorrow and pain hurts so much,
I feel although I’ve abused it’s kindness, I cast it out into the dark,
It never came back.
I could give you my body but what good would that be?
For although I’m still within my youth, my body is broken,
My ache’s and pains would only be a burden on your life,
And to carry my weight a burden upon your own beauty.
I could give you my looks but no use they would be,
I care not for appearance nether out nor in ,
For both of mine are ugly and would dim the light you shine,
A force upon you I would not wish upon the evilest of mankind.
I could give you my humour but it is now dry and dead,
A smile once crossed this face and laughter from this mouth,
Now only bitter spite at the world and hate for all within,
Words of corruption and sin, only the crackle of my frown.
I could give you my eye’s but no longer do they see past myself,
They see the evils of both man and woman alike, the things they say,
A gaze of stone cold cruelty that cuts deep into the bone,
A gaze I have never witnessed from the softness of your face.
I could give you my mind but the insanity would drive you to harm,
For no longer do thoughts of love and happy endings roam within,
A sick twisted mind trapped in a sick twisted world trying to escape life,
Evolution of the mind subjected to a world that destroys the purest of men.
I could give you my life but I don’t even want it myself,
A waste of space on the rust of humanity no longer with a purpose,
A tormented wretch of useless flesh
On bones that not even a starving dog would chew.
So to you my last hope of salvation I give my soul, I beg of you please,
Guard it with your life, love it as your first born, guide it to maturity,
Teach it’s heart to believe, heal it’s bodies wounds, help it’s look to shine,
Show it’s mouth how to laugh and it’s eyes new beauty to see, ease it’s mind,
And give fresh purpose to it’s life and together with your help I will try my best…
To become the man you always say I AM.
Categories:
evilest, peaceworld, heart, body, heart,
Form:
Romanticism
evil deeds
evil seeds
evil weed
need to feed
on the evilest of creeds
misdeeds of the evil
roaring at wickedly hellish speeds
wicked ways
wicked days
going through a wicked phase
because your stuck in a wicked maze
wickedly I play with words to amaze
high with wicked lung phrase
lifted shouting my name in praise
he talks with wicked words
but it feels like you're being
showered in wild sun rays
see being evil is child's play
Categories:
evilest, art, repetition, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
Once upon a time, many years ahead,
In a land close by, on an earth nearly dead,
Humans had evolved - using much more of their brains,
They could command ice and fire,
Where good and evil reign.
But this power they developed
Did much more evil than it did good,
And wiped out most the humans,
Leaving wizards where they stood.
The battle continued to see who might rule;
Mind-balls of fire and ice
Were the only weapons they would use.
Fire beats ice,
But ice is more plentiful -
To create balls of fire
Much more brain power must you use.
The young wizard Glaffin, in robes of brown and green,
Fought for the good side, ruled by a Wizard Queen.
Ice was thrown at him by the evil palace guards,
Protecting King Faustus the most evilest of them all;
But Glaffin summoned up fire faster than any wizard before,
The goodness inside enabled him to produce it much more.
Could good conquer evil?
Could Glaffin win this fight?
Could wizards live in peace?
Could the Earth come back to life?
Could fire and ice be used for good?
Could our brains be free of hate?
The end of the story, I do not know -
I guess we’ll have to wait.
But which side are you fighting for?
Which side do you hope wins?
Perhaps if you choose right now you can influence how it ends.
Inside us is ice and inside us is fire,
To create them in balls outside takes a powerful desire.
We have not developed that ability yet but in our future we will,
As the wizard part of our brains,
Right now is sleeping still.
Categories:
evilest, adventure, allegory, childrenfire, earth,
Form:
Free verse
Some people don't know when to stop...
Black clouds of poison gas crowd bunkers
Soldiers laugh and others wheeze
Symbols of luck on tainted red flags
War creates nothing worth fighting for
But the world thinks that
everybody's better than the next
but we all know that everybody's hurt
Fire-
Evil-
Alloys-
Reasoning-
all the things are teasing me
Everybody's hurt and it's running though there
Veins and as the weak and helpless run
Ivory towers crumble as the enemy
Laugh at those crushed or gunned
War is and evil craft
although unmasked
The evilest of spells
Children hide in wells
Guns, swords, and hooks
Flashing horrible looks
Men in bloody shirts...
Everybody's hurt
Categories:
evilest, war
Form:
Free verse
A deadly invasion peels back to set a strong formation
Bleeding to take place over the intrepid detestation
Radiant ways light up the new nation
This was a fight of solitude to overtake bureaucratic dictation
Supervised by the infamous salvation to exploit the greedy celebration
Ways of the world never have tread waters this dreadful
Nefarious corporate take downs fill blackened hearts full of need
More of the evilest sway becomes guaranteed
Big brother exploiting another will never concede
The communal bliss has to succeed
The rapture dictates as the high ranking tyrant is woken
The carnivorous minds are spoken
This is where the bought souls were converted and broken
A fight was left for the meek left unbroken
It was time for all to buy a courageous token
Victims became legends, as dreams became true
This was reality in the form of loving Déjà vu
As the picture was painted the frustrated now knew
They had to reap with an advanced world view
This was the cutting-edge new age crew
The more who were once programmed started to turn true
Taking love and liberty to the grave it was time to pursue
The wicked now seemed to have hearts that pumped blue
This was something the bent supremacy was never used to
The infiltrated and sedated now preached as the cause grew
Categories:
evilest, abuse, adventure, america, change,
Form:
Rhyme
I, (though ye feel averse associating
with birth father) attest,
perhaps undeserving your vicariously quest
regaling, surmounting, and triumphing
storied Penn ultimate academic conquest
affirms his pride and joy at
stellar success no credit to this beastliest
inept papa, who winces with tragicomic,
woe how animosity toward me increased
smoldering rage at actual/
perceived paternal transgressions,
and do not expect to receive forgiveness
within your wounded breast,
but please allow this opportunity
to suspend any smarting rancorous
loathing, and bitterest
emotions that still sting from deep
seated psychological wounds
indelibly piercing chest
within eldest daughter,
whose unconditional boundless love
spurs whim to express
optimism at Edenic future blest
with praiseworthy largesse of commendable
laudatory, and noteworthy brainiest
accomplishments driven by ambition,
doggedness, perseverance, cleverest
ploy, plus revulsion emotionally costliest
psyche rent asunder courtesy yours truly,
he will not challenge, nor counterprotest
thee, asper his (i.e. mine) crassest
peccadillos, and significant damnedest
accursed personal weaknesses thee detest,
and unintentionally unpleasantly
impacted impressionable offspring, I dust
regret, and thus
figurative figleaf extended
without any expectations, though earnest
sincerity to accept culpability, asper
your anger, animosity, antipathy
maybe ranked as evilest
person on Earth, nonetheless,
and perhaps futile attempt feeblest
against affecting, sans fondest
best wishes despite scathing foulest
faux pas, I abhor lament ghastliest
inflicted upon an innocent progeny,
whose truevalue impossible grandest
to assess preciousness bestowed,
and wisdom proffered as biological guest,
now on her way to glory with handsomest
eminent beau linkedin heading toward happiest
days awaiting as ye embark
on destination unknown - honest!
Categories:
evilest, adventure, beautiful, devotion, education,
Form:
Elegy
When Long Shadows Leave Place Of Their Hidden Abode
When long shadows leave place of their hidden abode
of courageous hearts and great brave tales are told
for within man's savagery lurks souls worth saving
despite enormity of man's misbehaving!
Where heart dearest of desires and world's darkness meets
Are oft found fields of deep love or ashen defeats!
When shadows are victorious and gaily leave
epic the sorrows of those left to sadly grieve
as neither lights from bright sun nor glittering stars
can absolve evilest deeds or such bitter scars
For deep within broken hearts, life shattering dreams
Oft remains dark hate that fails to ones soul redeem!
Where shadows in dancing groups and glory retreat
rests dark scavengers to bow at victories feet
as clamorous dens echoes their ravenous feasts
innocent children go to sleep fearing such beasts
Can it be that all mankind has such beasts within
Born inward hidden as punishment for its sins!
Robert J. Lindley, 8-03-2018
Rhyme
Note- Woke today my muse raced into the house. With vicious voice, asked me this- are you a man or a mouse?
I coolly replied, How dare you ask such foolish nonsense of me
I the old poet ancient but still dreaming and master of my own house..
Then she smiled and commanded, write today and make deep and dark
add in horror and maybe buckets of blood and guts
again show me the soul, that first sent poetry's true spark
for too oft lately I've thought you off and a bit nuts
I coolly replied, have a seat, watch this old poets pen ink now fly
measure the results against the contempt you too oft keep
notice my calm and the fact I did not ask you- the why
as I birth these dark verses and do not dare bore you to sleep!
Categories:
evilest, art, creation, dark, deep,
Form:
Rhyme
End of Age
Is it the end of our lovely, precious, living age?
Are we experiencing doom’s day very soon?
The time is stopped by an invisible deathly army,
No arms, weapons, is enough to kill the enemy.
I dream of your eyes, your ugly narrow look, your drooling nasty face,
I shiver in fear, sweat and wake up suddenly in the middle of the night,
As if there is a dire monster; outside, in the dark-old backyard,
Waiting to grab me by the neck, or just will suck up my all blood.
You see the tiniest life on the earth, as well as the monsters’,
As if, you have a microscope set on your wild, crazy forehead.
How insane are you! How crazily you drag so many people to death!
No judgment, reason, even bloodshed is needed to make you mad!
Corona, you are the evilest of all creatures, the cruelest of all kinds,
Why and who the hell did create you? do you even have a mind?
How on the earth do you survive and multiply? Are you fed by human lives?
Do you even have a heart? Do you hear the everyday human cries?
Do you ever realize, how irrational, cruel, evil-minded, and unjust you are?
Your barbarism is surpassed by all till now, you’re the non-example, do you care?
When you take away the poor mom’s life, leaving the just born baby alone,
Isn’t that you? Or, when you attack the dad and make the children orphan?
The notorious, cursed, evil soul ‘Coronavirus’, please set us free, let go! Leave the killing case,
I still see your lustful grinning, ghastly-fierce claws, and your cunning, violent, atrocious face.
You are an obnoxious, invisible, monster! The worst ever example of whimsical, irrational rage,
You are the perfect label for the worst ever monster, who came to make the end of the age!
Written by: Tasmina Khan
Sponsored by: Funom Makama
Categories:
evilest, anger, crazy, creation, death,
Form:
Quatrain
Demons
Ancient creatures of religious beliefs and superstition
Evilest of beings consuming all of the human condition
Depictions of blackest of eyes, winged, unholiest of bodies
Demonic in nature, all that is evil in this world it embodies
Feeding on greed, anger, hate, despair within all sorts of pain
An unquenchable thirst for the lust of man, darkness once again
Such an evil black grin, watching, waiting for yet another lost soul
Hidden within the deepest of shadows, once again taking his toll
Waiting in a different realm, strength drawn from evils that men do
Always seeking new disciples from the acts of violence, old and new
Greed, anger, pain is so easy for him to seek, since time once began
All these traits are within every soul, within the darkest heart of man
Categories:
evilest, dark, evil,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
HE LAUGHED AT MY TEARS
AND CRIED WHEN I WAS HAPPY
HE SMILED WHEN I WAS ANGRY
AND THROW RICE WHEN
SHE REJECTED ME
SHE LIKED HIS STYLE
AND TOOK A LIKING TO HIM
WHAT HAD BEEN BETWEEN US
WAS ALL THEN RUINED
SHE ENJOYED THE LAUGHTER
WHEN OTHERS LAUGHED WITH HIM
THEY TARGETED MY SUFFERING
AND IT WAS PLEASANT FOR THEM
THEN WHEN THE WINDS OF SUMMER CAME
THEY PRAYED I'D SUFFER MORE
THEY NAILED VOODOO DOLLS
ON MY FRONT DOOR
A QUOTE FROM THE EVILEST OF SADIST
WAS PAINTED ON OUR WALL
LIFE IS FOR WINNERS, LOSERS MUST PAY
I KNEW IT WAS HIM,
BUT OTHERS SAID " NO WAY"
BUT THEY SAW HIS WRITING
AND TOLD ME
WHAT HE WROTE
"YOUR WOMAN IS MY WIFE
AND YOUR LIFE IS RUINED"
I STUMBLED AND FELL BREATH-TAKENED
TO BECAUSE WHAT I HAD SAID ALL ALONG
Categories:
evilest, anti bullying,
Form:
Chant Royal